CHAP. II.
(1)
At thy Approach, my Cheek with Blushes glows,
And Conscious warmth, which with Thee comes and goes;
Like the Pale Lilly joyn'd to Sharon's-Rose;
And Thorns to them I sooner would compare,
Then other Beauties to my Darling Fair.
(2)
And I as soon would rank a Fruitful Tree
With barren shrubs, as Mortal clods with thee.
Beneath thy Shade, blest, to my wish, I sate,
And of thy Royal Banquet freely eat;
Whilst o'r my head a Banner was display'd:
In which, oh Melting Sight, the God of Love did Bleed.
Excess of Pleasure will my Soul destroy;
I'm ev'n opprest with the Tyrannick Joy:
Oh therefore turn thy Lovely Eyes away;
(Yet do not, for I die unless they stay.)
I faint, I faint; alas! no Mortal yet,
With eyes undazled half this Splendor met;
But sure I cannot sink, upheld by Thee;
So would I rest unto Eternity.
And now I charge you, Virgins, not to make
The least disturbance, till my Love awake,
(3)
What Charming Voice is that Salutes my Ear?
It must be my Beloved's; he is near:
He is, and yet unfriendly stays without:
He stays, as if he did a Wellcome doubt.
But hark, methinks I hear him softly say;
Arise my Fair, arise, and come away!
For loe the Stormy Winter's past and gone;
And Summer, Drest in all her Pride, comes on:
The Warbling Birds in Airy Raptures Sing
Their glad Pindaricks to the Wellcome-Spring:
The Fig-Trees sprout, the Chearful Vines look Gay;
Arise my Lovely Fair, and come away!
Come Forth, my Dove, my Charming Innocence;
How canst thou Fear while I am thy Defence?
(4)
Do thou the Spightful Foxes then Destroy,
That would my Young Aspiring Vines Annoy.
Not for the World would I exchange my Bliss,
While my Beloved's Mine, and I am His.
And till the break of that Eternal Day,
Whose Rising Sun shall chase the Shades away;
Turn, my Beloved, turn again; and thy
Dear sight shall make the lazy Moments fly.
(1)
At thy Approach, my Cheek with Blushes glows,
And Conscious warmth, which with Thee comes and goes;
Like the Pale Lilly joyn'd to Sharon's-Rose;
And Thorns to them I sooner would compare,
Then other Beauties to my Darling Fair.
(2)
And I as soon would rank a Fruitful Tree
With barren shrubs, as Mortal clods with thee.
Beneath thy Shade, blest, to my wish, I sate,
And of thy Royal Banquet freely eat;
Whilst o'r my head a Banner was display'd:
In which, oh Melting Sight, the God of Love did Bleed.
Excess of Pleasure will my Soul destroy;
I'm ev'n opprest with the Tyrannick Joy:
Oh therefore turn thy Lovely Eyes away;
(Yet do not, for I die unless they stay.)
I faint, I faint; alas! no Mortal yet,
With eyes undazled half this Splendor met;
But sure I cannot sink, upheld by Thee;
So would I rest unto Eternity.
And now I charge you, Virgins, not to make
The least disturbance, till my Love awake,
(3)
What Charming Voice is that Salutes my Ear?
It must be my Beloved's; he is near:
He is, and yet unfriendly stays without:
He stays, as if he did a Wellcome doubt.
But hark, methinks I hear him softly say;
Arise my Fair, arise, and come away!
For loe the Stormy Winter's past and gone;
And Summer, Drest in all her Pride, comes on:
The Warbling Birds in Airy Raptures Sing
Their glad Pindaricks to the Wellcome-Spring:
The Fig-Trees sprout, the Chearful Vines look Gay;
Arise my Lovely Fair, and come away!
Come Forth, my Dove, my Charming Innocence;
How canst thou Fear while I am thy Defence?
(4)
Do thou the Spightful Foxes then Destroy,
That would my Young Aspiring Vines Annoy.
Not for the World would I exchange my Bliss,
While my Beloved's Mine, and I am His.
And till the break of that Eternal Day,
Whose Rising Sun shall chase the Shades away;
Turn, my Beloved, turn again; and thy
Dear sight shall make the lazy Moments fly.